The Solace.

For lost delights why vainly weep,
When vernal glories smiling shine,
From silent throats new raptures leap,
And scattered lie all gifts divine?

Why weep, my heart, for the finished song
When sweet my lyre I sit to string?
With rhythmic steps new visions throng
Like early vapours on their wing.

Why always weep for the echoes dead
When ring the notes of the purling stream?
Long cherished hopes tho' all have fled
Bright new lights fling their distant beam.

Why fruitless weep for tho' vanished dream
When shimmering fancies linger by,
And unseen shines a happy gleam?
O'er shadows frail, let us not sigh!